Battle Worn

lostelf

When the moon rises and the sun sleeps,
When nightmares and passions fight for keeps,
When the wind howls and calls from the dark,
It begins, the time where I wake and walk.

I hear you, I hear your whispers, your tears.
I know and understand the darkness and the fears.
I’ve lived the nightmare and fought the creature.
I was once the student, but now I am the teacher.

The battle remains quite by day, and rages at night,
As the world sleeps we rise worn and tired but we fight.
I dare you to walk in my shoes, nightly facing the fire,
Knowing, that you can never rest, you must not tire.

But for you, I fight, for you I stay awake and alive,
For you and for me, each night into darkness I dive,
To fight the monster that stalks and feeds on our fears.
To protect and to guard and to wipe away your tears.

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Night Mare

The wind is blowing once again,
Thunderous clouds are rolling in.
Night is falling in the midst of day,
Heat of summer gives to the cold of May.

The thunder speaks out to my soul,
The sky turns black, deeper then coal.
It mimics the nightmare that runs free,
The one that continues, to stalk me.

Out of the clouds, a bright flash,
like sparks from hooves, a loud crash.
The red of eyes peer from the storm,
The nightmare is coming, fear is born.

Memories, dreams, life and death,
Take hold of my heart, steal my breath.
She rides down from the dark sky,
The thunderous hooves, drown out my cry.

It’s only a storm, where day becomes night,
It’s only a dream that brings death from fright.
The nightmare returns with a rider on its back.
The storm leaves a path from it’s quick attack.

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM KAY L. RICE